6th Mistake; a delicious mistake

[moralperil]

[Mahdi addresses the screen dressed in a red apron with his name embroidered on one side: a perhaps-obviously handmade gift from a friend. The apron and his face and bare arms are smudged with flour and a few streaks of chocolate.]

Um, does anyone want cookies? I made cookies.

[Around this time you may notice that pretty much every inch of the kitchen counter is covered with foil-wrapped paper plates.]

I made a few dozen.

And a pie. Maybe two pies.

Baking is how I vent stress sometimes, I guess, um...

I guarantee these cookies will make everyone feel a bit better! So let me know if you'd like a plate, I can drop it off with you. I'll probably be leaving some at the clinic too.


[OOC: Mahdi's cookies will, miraculously, give one a lingering sense of warmth and affection for a short time, due to his powers of emotional projection.]

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[moralperil]

[Mahdi thinks your clothes are totally cool, Ibin. He actually pauses to admire for a moment. He's used to people, especially in this city, being taller than him, so it doesn't seem to bother him much.]

Ah, I guess there might be a lot of differences... So you're a sciencey-doctor instead of a magical healer, huh?

[He doesn't mind that Ibin's totally stuffing his face. He likes when people enjoy his food!]

[devilsfruitdoctor]

[Oh ho, a challenge. Ibin smiles and spreads his hands-- nothing up his sleeves (except for the bandages wrapped around his arms, hey waitaminute)-- and continues talking airily.]

Pretty much, pretty much! I have no incantations or powders, nothing but my studies and my scalpel-- [With a small flick of his wrist, a previously unseen bandage unfurls from his sleeve and actually lifts another cookie from the plate, then furls back in so Ibin can catch the cookie smoothly, take a bite, and add as if by afterthought] --oh, and my medi-medi bandages, of course.

[moralperil]

Wow! That's pretty cool! [Mahdi claps in delight!] Are they robotic bandages or something?